I hate defining things sometimes. The fear is that by defining it, you destroy it. Some things, some moments, can't bear the weight of their own existence. What was once mysterious and alive becomes a statue - a mere hunk of stone. However, I just want to be clear for the moment. I like you. I'm interested. I just didn't want you to think it was something less. Ummm... You should also not think that it's something more. Really, it's all the same at this point just different flavors. I'm enjoying our chats and slowly getting to know you. You seem to have a rich life full of beautiful memories, good friends, hope for the future and a good walk with the Lord. I don't know what I can add to the mix. You also have the eyes to enjoy it and the words to express it. I'm very happy to have made your acquaintance. I only hope you find my neuroticisms cute.

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